Page 55 of I Replaced His Husband
I caught the spike in his heartbeat. Was he scared I was planning to leave him? That the anger was just covering up his fear?
Our eyes locked. I could feel the charge between us, the intensity. His mind opened to me almost completely.
It was suddenly clear: hewantedme to stay. Desperately.
"No," I whispered. "That’s the last thing I want, Kay."
Silence. We just stared at each other.
"I’m grateful for how you’ve helped my health," he said in a strangely soft tone. The anger had melted from his voice. Was it even cracking a little?
"I only asked because ever since we left the office, I’ve been losing it, scared you’d tell me to leave."
His face twitched, then softened even more. "You should know better than that. I’m not sending you away. Ineedyou."
His words came out intense, like a subtle kind of confession. I held my breath, then sat down beside him on the bed and reached out to him. He never did anything to make sex easier, just kind of lay there, limp, but this time, when I wrapped my arms around him, he actually shifted a bit. His legs moved slightly so he could press closer against me.
But I couldn’t forget what we had in our sex life, so I teased, "So, the prettiest hole in the world isn’t bored with me yet?"
Kay snorted. "Far from it."
I growled when I heard it.
With one motion, I flipped us and pushed him onto the bed, his long braid trailing down his side. His breathing picked up, his eyes darkened. Not waiting any longer, I leaned in and took his dick into my mouth. Kay let out a moan, and for a fewseconds, his hands landed on my head, fingers threading into my hair. That was new. He pulled them away quickly, but still… it meant something.
When he came in my mouth, I rolled him into a doggy position and started rimming him with maximum intensity. He loved that, he could climax just from oral like this. I swirled my tongue around his swollen rim while he moaned, his voice rising and filling the room. Kay had always been vocal in bed. Once he gave in to his pleasure, he never held back.
Still, even with all that progress, there were boundaries he wouldn’t cross.
No kissing. No taking initiative. That hadn’t changed.
But this time, after I slid inside him and he hit his fourth orgasm, I decided to try something different. I pulled him on top of me, holding him against my chest.
He stiffened right away.
"No rider," he muttered.
"I know. I’m not asking you to ride me. Just lie on me. I’ll take care of everything," I said.
But in that position, with his head over my shoulder, his mouth ended up right above my gland. I hadn’t had sex with my ex-husband in over a year, so his pheromonal scent was long gone. Only a faint bite mark remained.
Kay’s breath brushed over it, but he stayed still. His hands rested on my sides. His head moved with the rhythm of my hips as I thrust into him, but he didn’t try to help. Didn’t meet me halfway. It was kind of frustrating.
"Can you work with me a little?"
"No."
I let out a quiet snort. But then I noticed: he tilted his head so his lips were right up against my gland, brushing over it every time I moved. He could’ve turned the other way, but he didn’t. His mouth kept sliding over that sensitive spot, leaving it wet.Was he tempted to bite me, just like I was tempted to feel it? Or maybe he wanted to suck on it? It was such a primal, biological thing, hard to resist in the middle of intercourse. Was he fighting hard the urge?
He was dead set on staying passive during sex, sure. But I just knew, he simply wanted to do… more. He was balancing on the edge, lips gliding over my skin like it was taking everything in him to resist.
"If you want to, you can bite me, Kay," I whispered, breathless. "I already belong to you. I’m not leaving until the birth. And I won’t be with anyone else."
For a second, I thought he’d shut me down. Maybe even get pissed.
But then the unthinkable happened.
Kay gave in.
